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Testo Winter Coats
Testo Winter Coats
I saw my sister lay in bed
Chain-smoking cigarettes
Window open, November spilling in
I made a cross over my head
I dipped my fingertips in the calcified green holy water dish
I took pity on your battered soul
And never let you in I feel like a lost winter coat
In a county church's basement
Where I wept
I can't believe that I'm here again
Waited 'til everybody left
I sat at the organ
And played myself a slow and quiet hymn
And then you sat up from the bench
You scared me half to death
I hadn't seen you since you were a kid
I took pity on your battered soul
And never let you in
But if you feel like a lost winter coat In a county church's basement
I get it, I get it
Christ, you got tall
You've got your grandfather chin
I guess you're mom's been pretty busy
Why don't you sit with me a bit
If you like that song
Then I can teach you it
Come on over to the organ
It's easy, I promise, I promise
Put your left hand here like that
Line up your right and then it's B to E, C Sharp Minor and back
And hey I'm sorry about your dad
I watched you during mass
He'd be so damn proud of how brave you've been
You took pity on their battered souls
And never let them in
But if I'm just a lost winter coat
In a county church's basement
I could be of use
If you're cold I could shelter you
And maybe I could stick around a bit you know
If you want someone to talk to
Chain-smoking cigarettes
Window open, November spilling in
I made a cross over my head
I dipped my fingertips in the calcified green holy water dish
I took pity on your battered soul
And never let you in I feel like a lost winter coat
In a county church's basement
Where I wept
I can't believe that I'm here again
Waited 'til everybody left
I sat at the organ
And played myself a slow and quiet hymn
And then you sat up from the bench
You scared me half to death
I hadn't seen you since you were a kid
I took pity on your battered soul
And never let you in
But if you feel like a lost winter coat In a county church's basement
I get it, I get it
Christ, you got tall
You've got your grandfather chin
I guess you're mom's been pretty busy
Why don't you sit with me a bit
If you like that song
Then I can teach you it
Come on over to the organ
It's easy, I promise, I promise
Put your left hand here like that
Line up your right and then it's B to E, C Sharp Minor and back
And hey I'm sorry about your dad
I watched you during mass
He'd be so damn proud of how brave you've been
You took pity on their battered souls
And never let them in
But if I'm just a lost winter coat
In a county church's basement
I could be of use
If you're cold I could shelter you
And maybe I could stick around a bit you know
If you want someone to talk to
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